’ Softly now, ‘Oh god.’ Then he is beside her, cradling her head tenderly between two hands. He lifts her gently, gingerly pulling her into his ...rms. Something hot, wet, splatters on her face and she thinks it is blood until it trickles into her mouth and she tastes the salt. His tears. ‘Oh darling.’ He is crying brokenly. ‘Oh darling. I’m sorry. So sorry. Please don’t leave me.’ Comfort him, she thinks. Comfort him. She is the strong one, has always been the strong one. She needs to be strong. When we got our horses stored for the night Helen was waiting for me inside the barn door. Once I got closer she moved towards me and wrapped her arms around me giving me a kiss while her hands drifted down to grab at my ass. "Charlie, I want you again," she whispered as one of her hands came around to my front and caressed my crotch."Helen, we can't now your mother's waiting for us to eat dinner." I know, but come to my room tonight when everybody else is asleep, I'll be waiting for you," she. I have you to sit on my bed, near the foot. I have tons of pillows, so I you can make yourself comfortable on a few of them. You must save me a few– I don’t want to be uncomfortable with what I have planned in my mind. There is just enough light– not too dim, but bright enough for you to clearly see the sight presented before you. I’m a music person, so I turn on some kind of nasty music– Prince. The absolute king of nasty tunes! Oh, I need a beat, that’s why it would be Prince. Do you think. There are other factors like fetish or art that has zero interest or stock into what I am typing now but are factors why some may present themselves "opposite gender". As a transsexual female I identify and live female. My brain, heart, and spirit is meshed with this body that within also exists the blueprints of male. I'm not going from one gender to another and completely eliminating a part of me I can't deny no matter how hard I try or may want to. Many things change, def have, and will..